This book is an exhaustive deep-dive into every excruciating
detail of a character’s deep rooted complex. Sadly, the character being so
thoroughly analysed is not terribly likeable making the book exhausting.
Renee Rousseau is a French, white-presenting,
bi-racial butch. She arrived stateside to join college and immediately fell for
her roommate, Darcy Silver. Renee spoilt their perfect relationship by wanting
to sleep with other women and demanding an ‘open’ relationship from Darcy. They
floated in and out of this dysfunctional way of being till Darcy finally called
it off. Twenty years thence, right up to the time Darcy got married to someone
else, Renee always believed that Darcy would be waiting for her whenever she
(Renee) was finally ready. Really? But
Renee is nothing if not singularly lucky. Another ex, Lady Constance Martindale,
makes a reappearance in her life at the perfect time. What more, Constance is
single, available and still interested. When they were together the first time
round, sixteen years back, Renee was just about withdrawing from Constance, but
was pipped to the dumping post – so Constance disappeared on Renee.
Nothing about Renee is really likeable. Her dumping ways
haven’t undergone any major change, given that she ghosts on Constance more
than once even during the current second-chance. Constance is a bit too good a
character for this book. Her twin daughters are unreal teens, but help by being
quite sweet.
The kindest thing to say about this book is that it is
tedious.
⭐☆
